A short sentimental autobiography...
A chance at clarity set to transpire.
If I blink this opportunity will pass;
like a dream forgotton upon awakening.
Occasional premediated self manipulation.
I'm told "Don't ignore the little hints- Seize the day, or passionate investigations will obsess you."
It's just another substantial complication.
This pace is dictated by circumstance.
Realization sometimes clouding my choices.
As I search for an emotional donation,
I reminisce the seeming maddness.
There are suspicions of what's occuring.
I disassociate quietly-
Not questioning the judgement of the masses.